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»Worry. Worry. Worry. Infinite times worry.

 

Fatherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to symbiotically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally devastated; but still emerging victorious in whatever philanthropic you did; by the grace of the Omnipotent Lord Almighty,

Motherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to peerlessly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally drained; but still emerging victorious in whatever synergistic you did; by the grace of the unassailable Lord Almighty,

Sisterless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to pricelessly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flabbergasted; but still emerging victorious in whatever benign you did; by the grace of the ever-pervading Lord Almighty,

Brotherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to holistically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally pulverized; but still emerging victorious in whatever innocuous you did; by the grace of the everlasting Lord Almighty,

Auntless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to innovatively exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally evaporated; but still emerging victorious in whatever celestial you did; by the grace of the Omnipresent Lord Almighty,

Uncleless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to unimpeachably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally deteriorated; but still emerging victorious in whatever innovative you did; by the grace of the unshakable Lord Almighty,

Grandmotherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to blazingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally disheveled; but still emerging victorious in whatever proliferating you did; by the grace of the impregnable Lord Almighty,

Grandfatherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to inimitably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally slithering; but still emerging victorious in whatever eclectic you did; by the grace of the ever-pervading Lord Almighty,

Friendless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to bounteously exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally castrated; but still emerging victorious in whatever artistic you did; by the grace of the unsurpassable Lord Almighty,

Childless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to royally exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally wrecked; but still emerging victorious in whatever humanitarian you did; by the grace of the unlimited Lord Almighty,

Religionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to insuperably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally confounded; but still emerging victorious in whatever egalitarian you did; by the grace of the ubiquitous Lord Almighty,

Voiceless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to effulgently exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally decrepit; but still emerging victorious in whatever panoramic you did; by the grace of the invincible Lord Almighty,

Kinless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to gloriously exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally delirious; but still emerging victorious in whatever magnanimous you did; by the grace of the undefeated Lord Almighty,
Pastless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to iridescently exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally jilted; but still emerging victorious in whatever rejuvenating you did; by the grace of the eternal Lord Almighty,

Directionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to unbelievably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flummoxed; but still emerging victorious in whatever discovering you did; by the grace of the unconquerable Lord Almighty,

Dimensionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to amazingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flabbergasted; but still emerging victorious in whatever truthful you did; by the grace of the perpetual Lord Almighty,

Strengthless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to spell-bindingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally squelched; but still emerging victorious in whatever beautiful you did; by the grace of the Omnipresent Lord Almighty,

Clothless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to blissfully exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally disintegrated; but still emerging victorious in whatever romantic you did; by the grace of the interminable Lord Almighty,

Homeless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to ecstatically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally squandering; but still emerging victorious in whatever righteous you did; by the grace of the Omniscient Lord Almighty,

But LoveLess. Worry. Worry. Worry and infinite times do Worry. For you’re going to die this right now this very moment; as where there’s no love; every ounce of destiny; breath and life closes there and then itself; by the grace of the infallibly supreme Lord Almighty…

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»Would you ever believe

 

WOULD YOU EVER believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky,

Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold,

Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone,

Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of pugnacious electricity,

Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick with incongruous bristles,

Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden,

Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room,

Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider,

Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street,

Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe,

Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert,

Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate,
Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle,

Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick coated with lead,

Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat,

Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a dead mans morbid tooth,

Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored water emanating from the street fountains,

Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab of tangy peanut butter,

Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor,

Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass,

Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage,

Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking through solitary streets of the city,

Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to be adhered to the chest,

Would you ever believe if I called a chicken’s egg; as logs of sooty charcoal abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse,

Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey; as a ominously slithering reptile in the jungles,

Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air,

Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin,

Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice,

Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs,

Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish,

Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the seabed,

Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks,

Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp of mango being tossed indiscriminately on the street,

Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as an aromatic seed of plant,

Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy plum,

Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines,
Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice,

Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean,

Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground,

Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven,

Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds,

Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap,

Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther,

Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots,

Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water,

Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins,

Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall,

Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert,

Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye,

Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity,

Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie,

Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god; as a perniciously diabolical devil,

And would you ever believe if I called True Love; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Written and rewritten an infinite times

 

Every tangible and intangible portion of my lips; had solely and nothing else but her compassionately igniting kisses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their sordidly impoverished periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my skin; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipotently rekindling caresses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its diminutively trembling periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my brain; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly enthralling fantasies written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically victimized periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my palms; had solely and nothing else but her majestically Omnipresent destiny written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their penuriously staggering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my chest; had solely and nothing else but her indefatigably unconquerable sensuality written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its traumatically slavering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my veins; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually ameliorating camaraderie written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their deplorably divested periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my eyes; had solely and nothing else but her irrefutably candid reflection written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their parsimoniously shattered periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my tongue; had solely and nothing else but her inexhaustibly bountiful melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its inexplicably devastated periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my neck; had solely and nothing else but her unendingly emancipating magnetism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically quavering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my chin; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly delectable nibbles written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its drearily subjugated periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my ears; had solely and nothing else but her perennially mellifluous sounds written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their frigidly besmirched periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my shoulders; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipresently mitigating philanthropism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their infinitesimally pulverized periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my shadow; had solely and nothing else but her tantalizingly ravishing whisper written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its irascibly fidgeting periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my armpits; had solely and nothing else but her infallibly persevering sweat written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their miserably floundering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my throat; had solely and nothing else but her eternally liberating melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its ethereally parched periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my feet; had solely and nothing else but her indomitably fathomless adventure written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their lugubriously obsolete periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my conscience; had solely and nothing else but her flames of unassailably everlasting truth written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its transiently extinguishing periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my impression; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually insuperable signature written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its nimbly fluttering periphery,

Every tangible and intangible portion of my nostrils; had solely and nothing else but her Omnisciently ever-pervading breath written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its fervently tiny periphery,

And every tangible and intangible portion of my heart; had solely and nothing else but her Immortally unshakable love written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its obsessively throbbing periphery….


©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Yes. It was only you O! Beloved.

 

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose wonderfully luscious lips; invincibly started and ended; my every passionately ignited and bountifully iridescent; kiss;

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rhapsodically emancipating eyes; spell-bindingly started and ended; my every royally unfettered and victoriously poignant; fantasy,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose intricately silken feet; ecstatically started and ended; my every intrepidly titillating and timelessly reinvigorating; adventure,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose sensuously reverberating spine; unbelievably started and ended; my every interminably voluptuous and beautifully euphoric; caress,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose victoriously effulgent palms; stupendously started and ended; my every stroke of joyously unbridled and inscrutably bewitching; destiny,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravishingly titillating hair; handsomely started and ended; my every unabashedly liberating and vivaciously blessed; dance,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose gorgeously seductive nape; inebriatingly started and ended; my every immaculately wondrous and regally ameliorating; nibble,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose uninhibitedly dimpled chin; marvelously started and ended; my every anecdote of pristinely sparkling and insatiably charismatic; mischief,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravenously effervescent belly; potently started and ended; my every fierily unending and fabulously exultated; lick,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rapturously blushing cheeks; poignantly started and ended; my every odyssey of inimitably undying and victoriously unprecedented; excitement,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose blissfully sweat-laden armpit; irrefutably started and ended; my every trail of truthfully emollient and indefatigably insuperable; perseverance,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose mellifluously holistic fingers; ecstatically started and ended; my every impeccably benign and unsurpassably altruistic; artistry,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose flirtatiously flapping ears; indomitably started and ended; my every timelessly augmenting and mystically groping; desire,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose compassionately roused bosom; unflinchingly started and ended; my every vial of peerlessly fecund and blessedly magnetic; virility,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose densely enamoring brow; vividly started and ended; my every enigmatically evoking and serenely serendipitous; whisper,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose thunderously electric thighs; uncontrollably started and ended; my every humanely ardent and eternally emaciated; longing,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose magically ameliorating soul; harmoniously started and ended; my every act of wonderfully egalitarian and unconquerably symbiotic; humility,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose incomprehensibly perennial nostrils; aristocratically started and ended; my every expedition of romantically princely and unimaginably heroic; life,

You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose immortally throbbing heart; perpetually started and ended; my every beat of divinely blossoming and insuperably uniting; love….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Yet I felt lonely

 

I had a cavalcade of ostentatious cars following me
every second; with
melodious tunes emanating from the sleek music
systems,
The upholstery was plush; the ambience was besieged
with a pungent aroma of
wild scented flower,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to hold my
hand; make me frivolously
smile.

I had a furry quilt made of the finest quality satin;
adhered to a bed
embossed with pure god,
Embroidered carpets sprawling on the colossal walls;
with the majestic panther
skin hanging limp from the ceiling,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to sing
enchanting rhymes; tickle me in
my ribs; make me go to sleep.

I had grandiloquent pool of water in the interiors of
my palace; with the
waters appearing emerald green in the full moonlight,
An aquarium of exquisite fish blended with crystalline
pebble; with profoundly
embellished life boats floating on the surface,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to splash water
on my face; swim with
rejuvenating euphoria beside me.

I had the most succulent of violet grapes lying on
corrugated silver; with
blood red apple juxtaposed in clusters,
Ravishing glasses of immaculate milk; the most piquant
of green chili; with
commensurate proportions of Italian chocolate,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in vicinity to
converse with me; feed
me the food with congenial warmth.

I had a piano studded with the most resplendent of
diamond; a jugglery of
musical instrument lying in exorbitant quantity,
A slender necked violin leaning on the wall; enmeshed
with a myriad of
chiseled wire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in proximity to
listen to the
enchanting music when I played.

I wore a bullet proof jacket encompassing my chest;
with scintillating swords
protruding gallantly from my back,
A luxuriously emollient suit camouflaging the same;
snake leather shoes
concluding my kingly attire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was none in the
surrounding; able to listen to my
throbbing heart.

I had amassed sumptuous wealth in the tenure of my
life; with currency of all
kind cascading down my persona,
Armed forces parading around the formidable castle I
inhabited; an ocean of
golden honey plummeting down from the window,
Yet I felt lonely; as I couldn’t purchase her
intricate heart with all the
affluence I possessed; hold her captive in the prison
of my gold.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Yellow beams of sunlight

 

When yellow beams of sunlight passed through blood
stained glass,
the rays transited to crimson red; with prominent
tinges of pallid empathy.

when yellow beams of sunlight permeated through a
dense forage of leaves,
the rays converted to mesmerizing shadows; obfuscated
from harsh light.

when yellow beams of sunlight penetrated through
pellucid pools of
mountain water,
the rays transformed to a honey golden; converging like
a quiver of arrows on
clusters of fish.

when yellow beams of sunlight filtered through
daintily polished finger
nails,
the rays acquired color of pink avenues of tender
skin.

when yellow beams of sunlight sneaked through morbid
interiors bathing in
pitch darkness,
the rays illuminated the ghostly ambience with
stringent rays of antiseptic
light.

when yellow beams of sunlight softly caressed frozen
tunnels of white ice,
the rays lambasted the tyranny of savage
winter; prompting the snow to melt.

when yellow beams of sunlight fell on the clammy
surface of stale tea,
the rays prompted its pallid persona to boisterously
heat and sizzle.

when yellow beams of sunlight pilfered through hollow
crevices of teeth,
the rays fumigated obnoxious centers of rotten breath
inhabiting in
abundance.

when yellow beams of sunlight plunged on the satiny
mattress of scalp hair,
the rays reinvigorated intricate parts of brain
machinery with holistic
warmth.

and when yellow beams of light pierced through my
heart; body; and soul,
the rays had overwhelming tasks of perpetually bonding
me with my beloved,
amalgamating me and her for centuries galore; with the
essence of our love
radiating its blissful fragrance.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Yet Inside

 

The most cataclysmically decimating atmosphere might
be perpetually silent; with the only palpable sounds
around being those of celestially sleeping organisms;
outside,
Yet Inside; uncontrollably vicious maelstroms of
frenetic desperation arose in my soul; without your
beautifully symbiotic voice; O! Eternal beloved…

The most thunderously roaring of sky might be
unbelievably calm; with not even the most mercurial
speck of thunder and tempestuous lightening flashing
around; outside,
Yet Inside; every ingredient of my blood
hedonistically died a death more ghastlier than
veritable death; without your impeccably bestowing
eyes; O! Priceless Beloved…

The most uninhibitedly adventurous sea might be
imperturbably snoozing; with not even the tiniest wave
bobbing upon its fathomlessly undulating periphery;
outside,
Yet Inside; every bone of my impoverished body; was
slowly and slowly deteriorating into infinitesimally
vituperative nothingness; without your majestically
blessing palms; O! Heavenly Beloved…

The most miraculously radiating of stars might be
blissfully resting; with not even the most ethereal of
twinkle mischievously emanating from their tranquilly
altruistic countenance; outside,
Yet Inside; devastating fires of hell were
cold-bloodedly charring the fabric of my holistic
existence; without your stupendously enamoring and
vividly tantalizing lips; O! Omnipotent Beloved….

The most melodiously captivating nightingales might be
nimbly humming themselves and their kin into
invincible siesta; with the tapestry of the handsomely
starless evening gradually setting in; outside,
Yet Inside; apocalypses of hapless retribution were
fulminating intransigently in every pore of my
conscience; without your philanthropically endowing
fragrance; O! Bountiful Beloved….

The most ferociously penalizing fireball of Sun might
have abjured for the day; bidding a regally transient
adieu to the firmament of the exhilaratingly
enchanting cosmos; till the rising of the next dawn;
outside,
Yet Inside; relentlessly truculent whiplashes of
inexplicably bizarre agony pierced every quarter of my
truncated demeanor; without your spellbindingly
mystical dance; O! Unassailable Beloved…

The most brilliantly unprecedented epitomes of the
mountains might have humbly surrendered to the mist
of the seductively emollient clouds; peacefully
fantasizing and drifting into the realms of
insuperably glorious paradise; outside,
Yet Inside; brutally barbarous cleavers sadistically
knifed through even the most evanescent trace of my
happiness; without your everlastingly effulgent aura;
O! Timeless Beloved….

The most piquantly stinging stalks of chili might have
succumbed to the gorgeously serenading raindrops;
losing even the most minuscule iota of poignant
consciousness to the sensuously ravishing droplets of
mother nature; outside,
Yet Inside; the thorns of unfathomably unceasing
depression snapped the fangs of my torturous existence
more vociferously every unfurling instant; without
your symbiotically benign essence; O! Mellifluous
Beloved….


And the most hedonistically marauding of Dinosaurs
might be synergistically snoring; with even the most
robustly titillating of ambrosia failing to make the
slightest of indentation on their reverie; outside,
Yet Inside; the corpses of cadaverously venomous
meaninglessness stabbed me beyond the threshold of
ultimate despair and loneliness; without your
immortally blessing love; O! Omnipresent Beloved…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Yet. And unbelievably yet.

 

Neither did it have any color of its own; not even the tiniest tinge of distinguishable recognition; whilst floating in free bits of euphoric space,

Neither did it have any shape of its own; not even the most mercurial form of solidity; being fecklessly blown away like frigid matchsticks; with the slightest draught of powerful wind,

Neither did it have any fragrance of its own; not even the most evanescent scent of blissful triumph; with even the scent of the diminutive grass blade overruling it in all respects,

Neither did it have any identity of its own; suspended like an invisible speck of emptiness; even under the most Omnipotent rays of the sun and the most tenaciously shimmering moonlight,

Neither did it have any dimensions of its own; not even occupying even the most zillionth ounce of space; although proliferating at faster than the speed of lightening every unfurling minute,

Neither did it have any reflection of its own; miserably floundering to discern even an infinitesimal iota of itself; even when indefatigably staring into the most candidly austere of mirrors,

Neither did it have any friends of its own; as in the first case where was it to be seen even a transient trifle; for it to dare dream of compassionately socializing,

Neither did it have any ambitions of its own; remaining just the same puff of fugitively wandering atmosphere; since centuries and times immemorial,

Neither did it have any magnetism of its own; being worthlessly blown by even the most inconspicuously fragile change on this fathomless Universe; overwhelmed by every nimbly parading footstep in vicinity,

Neither did it have any voice of its own; with even the loudest of its whisper; wretchedly floundering to travel a few millimeters beyond its inexplicably non-existent feet,

Neither did it have any destiny of its own; with its life continuing with the same intensity; shape and form; right since the time this majestic earth was ever evolved,

Neither did it have any desire of its own; maintaining the same composure since decades unprecedented; irrespective of the infinite shades of changing weather; storm; or tantalizing rain,

Neither did it have any ancestral lineage of its own; not even a single organism ever born on this boundless Universe; to lend even the most diminutive insinuation of relationship to it,

Neither did it have any power of its own; infact the very first one to uncontrollably reverberate; even though the patriotic trumpets of war blew an infinite kilometers away,

Neither did it have any influence of its own; with none able discern through its unceasing array of whispering balderdash; on the trajectory of this inexhaustibly emollient earth,

Neither did it have any virility of its own; with just an unceasing stream of impotent air; sporadically tickling and flirting with the haplessly chagrined leaves,

Neither did it have any signature of its own; with even the most mercurial elements of the atmosphere; wholesomely transcending its obsolete swirl,

Neither did it have any freedom of its own; as it existed all its life and for a countless more of its lifetimes; solely within the confines of this spectacularly ever-pervading Universe,


Yet. And unbelievably Yet. Once this very same puff of invisible breath entered the nostrils; it became the most Omnipotent power of the Creator; it became a thing more worshipped than the greatest of any wealth on this earth; it became the most ardently immortal source of all love and relationship; and it existed forever and ever and ever as the most Omnipresent gift of the Almighty Lord Divine…


©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»You are my beloved

 

You are a mesmerizing fairy; that keeps incessantly
coming in each of my dreams,

You are an innocuously sweet angel; making me bask in
the glory of my blissful childhood,

You are a delectably enchanting cloud; which floats
poignantly all day; encompassing each corner of my
eye,

You are a star that keeps indefatigably shining in the
azure sky; profusely illuminating my every single
night,

You are a voluptuous carpet of scarlet roses; that
wafted stupendously exotic scent for me to inhale each
hour,

You are a majestically clashing ocean; which inundates
every unleashing minute of my life with unprecedented
ecstasy,

You are an incredible painting; which blesses my life
with vivacious shades of effusively vibrant color,

You are tantalizing droplets of rain; which imparts me
with an indomitable ardor to surge forward audaciously
in every aspect of existence,

You are a field of impeccably shimmering cotton; that
generates the sacred virtue of honesty in my wretched
conscience,

You are a brilliant beam of unconquerable sunlight;
that filters with divinely grace into my cloistered
and gloomy heart,

You are a golden globule of honey; that makes me
profoundly glisten in the sweetness of omnipotent
life,

You are a ravishing peacock; that entices me every
instant; into cloudbursts of fantasy as you unveiled
your coat of silken feathers to a complete blossom,

You are a spring of celestial water; that pacifies my
overwhelmingly parched senses; with heavenly love and
perpetual care,

You are a astonishingly seductive and cheeky
nightingale; which permeates my dreary soul; with
enchanting tunes for times immemorial,

You are an island of rejuvenating spice; which doesn't
leave any scope in my life to be the slightest
despondent or dejected,

You are a festoon of royally scintillating pearls;
that foments me to rhapsodically philander across
every nook and cranny of this colossal earth,

You are an idol of irrefutable truth; whom I leaned
upon in my times of inexplicable distress and
traumatized pain,

You are an sacrosanct entity; who has nothing but
unfathomable love in your turbulently palpitating
heart,

But more importantly than anything; you have a
distinction perhaps even more than god in my life; as
YOU ARE MY BELOVED……



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»You and I

 

YOU AND I were as inseparable; as the calcium coated nail and its slender finger,

You and I were as inseparable; as the fleshy eyelid and its transparent eyeball,

You and I were as inseparable; as nostrils and their moist waves of breath,

You and I were as inseparable; as a conglomerate of entwined roots and their rustic tree stalk,

You and I were as inseparable; as perpetually pearly moon and its shine,

You and I were as inseparable; as the chamber of mouth and its crimson complexioned tongue,

You and I were as inseparable; as a person traversing the streets and his magnified shadow,

You and I were as inseparable; as the blossoming rose and its mesmerizing redolence,

You and I were as inseparable; as the colossal expanse of blue sky and its cotton wool of clouds,

You and I were as inseparable; as mammoth ocean waters and their dangerously swirling waves,

You and I were as inseparable; as the ominous looking panther and his thunderous growl,

You and I were as inseparable; as the vivaciously chirping bird and its pair of tender wings,

You and I were as inseparable; as the crusty bar of chocolate and its lingering sweetness,

You and I were as inseparable; as the fiery body of sun and its infinite numbers of dazzling rays,

You and I were as inseparable; as the robust mountain sheep and its tufts of furry skin,

You and I were as inseparable; as the celestial fairy and the unfathomable beauty circumventing her face,

You and I were as inseparable; as the candle and its incessantly burning flame,

You and I were as inseparable; as the loving mother and her newly born child,

You and I were as inseparable; as the venomous snake and its stream of lethal poison,

And you and I were as inseparable; as the omnipresent almighty; and his lakhs of disciples; residing in different quarters of earth.



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